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SONG  I. 
Jt.  general  Song  of  Praise  to  God. 

HOW  glorious  is  our  heav'nly  King 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 

His  dreadful  Majesty? 

2  How  great  his  powV  is,  none  can  tell. 
Nor  think  how  large  his  grace ; 

Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord, 
Can  search  his  sacred  will; 

But  they  perform  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then,  let  me  join  this  holy  train ; 
And  my  first  off 'rings  bring; 

^h'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

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5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

And  angels  shall  rejoice, 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise, 

Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 


SONG  II. 

Praise  for  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  sing  th'  almighty  pow'r  of  God, 

That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordain'd 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day: 

The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  fill'd  the  earth  with  food: 

He  formM  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
Aodthen  pronounc'd  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  display'd 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye! 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 


5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flow'r  below 
But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  (as  num'rous  as  they  be) 
Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee. 
But  God  is  present  there. 

7  In  heav'n  he  shines  with  beams  of love5 
With  wrath  in  hell  beneath  ; 

'Tis  on  his  earth  I  stand  or  move, 
And  'tis  his  air  I  breathe. 

8  His  hand  is  my  perpetual  guard, 
He  keeps  me  with  his  eye, 

Why  should  I  then  forget  the  Lord, 
Who  is  for  ever  nigh? 


,  song  nr. 

Praise  to  God  for  our  Redemption. 

Blest  be  the  wisdom  and  the  Pow'r, 
The  justice  and  the  grace, 

That  join'd  in  council  to  restore 
And  save  our  ruin'd  race. 


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2  Our  father  ate  forbidden  fruit, 
And  from  his  glory  fell; 

And  we  his  children  thus  were  brought 
To  death,  and  near  to  hell. 

3  Blest  be  the  Lord  that  sent  his  Son 
To  take  our  flesh  and  blood, 

He  for  our  lives  gave  up  his  own, 
To  make  our  peace  with  God. 

4  He  honoured  all  his  Fathers  laws 
Which  we  have  disobey'd  ; 

He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  cross, 
And  our  full  ransom  paid. 

5  Behold  him  rising  from  the  grave, 
Behold  him  rais'd  on  high  ; 

He  pleads  his  merits  there  to  save 
Transgressors  doom'd  to  die. 

6  There  on  a  glorious  throne  he  reigns, 
And  by  his  pow'r  divine 

Redeems  us  from  the  slavish  chains 
Of  Satan  and  of  sin. 

7  Then  shall  the  Lord  to  judgment  come 
And  with  a  sov'reign  voice^ 


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Shall  call,  and  break  up  ev'ry  tomb. 
While  waking  saints  rejoice. 

8  O  may  I  then  with  joy  appear 

Before  the  judge's  face, 
And  with  the  blest  assembly  there 

Sing  his  redeeming  grace! 

SONG  IV. 

Praise  for  Mercies  spiritual  and  temporal. 

Whene'er  I  take  my  walk  abroad 

How  many  poor  I  see? 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  gifts  to  me  ? 

2  Not  more  than  others  I  deserve^ 
Yet  God  hath  giv'n  me  more; 

For  I  have  food,  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3  How  many  children  in  the  street 
Half  naked  I  behold? 

While  I  am  cloth'd  from  head  to  feet, 
And  cover'd  from  the  cold. 


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4  While  some  poor  wretches  scarce  can 

tell 
Where  they  may  lay  their  head, 
I  have  a  home  wherein  to  dwell, 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

5  While  others  early  learn  to  swear, 
And  curse,  and  lie,  and  steal, 

Lord  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

6  Are  these  thy  favours  day  by  day 
To  me  above  the  rest ; 

Then  let  me  love  thee  more  then  they> 
And  try  to  serve  thee  best. 


song  v. 

Praisefor  Birth  and  Education  in  a  Christian 
Land. 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise, 
To  thee  my  youngest  years  belong, 

I  would  begin  my  life  with  praise, 
Till  growing  years  improve  the  song. 


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2  'Tis  to  thy  sov'reign  grace  I  owe, 
That  I  was  born  on  British  Ground, 

\Vhere  streams  of  heav'nly  mercy  flow, 
And  words  of  sweet  salvation  sound. 

3  I  would  not  change  my  native  land 
For  rich  Peru  with  all  her  gold  : 

A  nobler  prize  lies  in  my  hand 

Than  East  or  Western  Indies  hold. 

4*  How  do  I  pity  those  that  dwell 

Where  ignorance  and  darkness  reigns, 

They  know  no  heav'n  they  fear  no  hell, 
These  endless  joys,  those  endless  pains. 

5  Thy  glorious  promises,  O  Lord, 
Kindle  my  hopes  and  my  desire  ; 

While  all  the  preachers  of  thy  word 
Warn  me  to  'scape  eternal  fire. 

6  Thy  praise  shall  still  employ  my  breath 
Since  thou  hast  mark'd  my  way  to, 

heav'n  ; 


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Nor  will  I  ran  the  road  to  death, 

And  waste  the  blessing  thou  hast  giv'n. 


SONG  VI. 

Praise  for  the  Gospel, 

Lord,  I  ascribe  it  to  thy  grace, 
And  not  to  chance,  as  others  do, 

That  I  was  born  of  Christian  race, 
And  not  a  Heathen  or  a  Jew. 

2  What  would  the  ancient  Jewish  king's, 
And  Jewish  prophets  once  have  giv'n, 

Could  they  have  heard  these  glorious 
things, 
Which  Christ  reveaPd,  and  brought 
from  heav'n  ! 

3  How  glad  the  Heathens  would  have 

been, 
That  worship  idols,  wood,  and  stone, 


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If  they  the  book  of  God  had  seen, 
Or  Jesus  and  his  gospel  known  ? 

4  Then  if  this  gospel  I  refuse, 
How  shall  I  e'er  lift  up  mine  eyes  ? 

For  all  the  Gentiles  and  the  Jews 
Against  me  will  in  judgment  rise. 


SONG  VII. 

The  Excellency  of  the  Bible. 

Great  God,  with  wonder  and  with  praise 

On  all  thy  works  I  look, 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  pow'r  and  grace, 

Shines  brighter  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars  that  in  their  courses  roll, 
Have  much  instruction  giv'n  ; 

But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  I  may  climb  to  heav'n. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 
The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 


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But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid^ 
Here  my  best  comfort  lies  ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfy'd, 
And  hence  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law. 
Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 

And  from  thy  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  I  would  learn  how  Christ  has 

dy'd, 
To  save  my  soul  from  hell, 
Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 
Such  heav'nly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 
And  take  a  fresh  delight 

By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 


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SONG  VIII. 
Praise  to  God  for  learning  to  read. 

The  praises  of  ray  tongue 

I  offer'd  to  the  Lord, 
That  I  was  taught  and  learnt  so  young 

To  read  his  holy  word: 

2  That  I  am  brought  to  know 
The  danger  I  was  in, 

By  nature  and  by  practice  too3 
A  wedded  slave  to  sin: 

3  That  I  am  led  to  see 

I  can  do  nothing  well ; 
And  whither  shall  a  sinner  flee 
To  save  himself  from  hell? 

4  Dear  Lord,  this  book  of  thine, 
Informs  me  where  to  go 

For  grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin, 
And  make  me  holy  too. 

5  Here  I  can  read  and  learn 
How  Christ  the  Son  of  God 


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Did  undertake  our  great  concern, 
Our  ransom  cost  his  blood. 

6  And  now  he  reigns  above, 
He  sends  his  Spirit  down, 

To  show  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
And  make  his  gospel  known. 

7  0  may  that  Spirit  teach, 
And  make  my  heart  receive 

Those  truths  which  all  thy  servants 
preach, 
And  all  thy  saints  believe. 

8  Then  shall  I  praise  the  Lord 
In  a  more  cheerful  strain, 

That  I  was  taught  to  read  his  word, 
And  have  not  learnt  in  vain. 


SONG  IX. 
Tlie  all-seems:  God. 


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Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  sight, 

And  our  most  secret  actions  lie 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 


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2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit 
Nor  wicked  word  we  say, 

But  in  thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ 
Against  the  judgment  day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done. 
Be  read  and  published  there, 

Be  all  expos'd  before  the  sun, 
While  men  and  angels  hear? 

4  Lord,  at  thy  foot  asham'd  I  lie, 
Upward  I  dare  not  look! 

Pardon  my  sins,  before  I  die, 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 
That  my  Redeemer  felt, 

And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains, 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 

6  0  !  may  I  now  for  ever  fear, 
T5  indulge  a  sinful  thought, 

Since  the  great  God  can  see  and  hear. 
And  writes  down  every  fault, 

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SONG  X. 

Solemn  thoughts  of  God  and  Death. 

There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above, 
Lord  of  the  heav'ns,  and  earth,  and 
seas, 

1  fear  his  wrath,  J  ask  his  love, 

And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law,  which  he  hath  writ 
To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do, 

My  soul  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  of  rich  grace, 
Where  sinners  all  their  comforts 

draw; 
Lord,  I  repent,  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  1  know  how  soon  'twill  come? 

A  thousand  children  young  as  I 
Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their 
doom. 


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5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead. 

6  Just  as  a  tree  cut  down,  that  fell 
To  north,  or  southward,  there  it 

lies; 
So  man  departs  from  heav'n  or  hell, 
Fix'd  in  the  state  wherein  he  dies. 


SONG  XI. 

Heaven  and  Hell, 

There  is  beyond  the  sky 

A  heav'n  of  joy  and  love, 
And  holy  children  when  they  die, 

Go  to  that  world  above. 

2  There  is  a  dreadful  hell, 
And  everlasting  pains, 

There  sinners  must  with  devils  dwell, 
In  darkness,  fire  and  chains. 

3  Can  such  a  wretch  as  I 
Escape  this  cursed  end  ? 


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And  may  I  hope  whene'er  I  die, 
I  shall  to  heav'n  ascend? 

4  Then  I  will  read  and  pray 
While  I  have  life  and  breath: 

Lest  I  should  be  cut  off  to-day, 
And  sent  V  eternal  death. 


song  xii. 
The  Advantages  of  early  Religion. 

Happy's  the  child  whose  youngest  years 

Receive  instruction  well; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  When  we  devote  our  youth  to  God 

'Tis  pleasant  in  his  eyes ; 
A  flow'r,  when  offer'd  in  the  bud, 

Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

8  'Tis  easier  work  if  we  begin 
To  fear  the  Lord  betimes; 


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While  sinners  that  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  harden'd  to  their  crimes. 

4  'Twill  save  us  froni  a  thousand  snares, 
To  mind  religion  young, 

Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 
And  make  our  virtue  strong. 

5  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Our  childhood  we  resign; 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back,  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

6  Let  the  sweet  work  of  pray'r  and  praise, 
Employ  my  youngest  breath; 

Thus  I'm  prepared  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 


SONG  XIII. 

Tlie  Danger  of  Delay. 

Why  should  I  say,  'tis  yet  too  soon 
To  seek  for  heav'n,  or  think  of  death? 


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A  flow'r  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 
And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath. 

2  If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 
Despise  the  gracious  calls  of  heav'n, 

I  may  be  harden'd  in  my  sin, 

And  never  have  repentance  giv'n. 

3  What  if  the  Lord  grow  wroth  and  swear, 
While  I  refuse  to  read  and  pray, 

That  he'll  refuse  to  lend  an  ear 
To  all  my  groans  another  day? 

4  What  if  his  dreadful  anger  burn, 
While  I  refuse  his  offer'd  grace, 

And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 
And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place? 

5  'Tis  dang'rous  to  provoke  a  God, 

His  pow'r  and  vengeance  none  can  tell ; 
One  stroke  of  his  almighty  rod 

Shall  send  young  sinners  quick  to  hell. 


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6  Then  'twill  for  ever  be  in  vain 
To  cry  for  pardon  and  for  grace. 

To  wish  I  had  my  time  again, 
Or  hope  to  see  my  Maker's  face. 


SONG  XIV. 
Examples  of  early  Piety. 

What  blest  examples  do  I  find 

Writ  in  the  word  of  truth, 
Of  children  that  begin  to  mind 

Religion  in  their  youth. 

*  2  Jesus  who  reigns  above  the  sky., 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I, 
And  kept  his  Father's  law. 

3  At  twelve  years  old  he  talk'd  with  men 
(The  Jews  all  wond'ring  stand) 

Yet  he  obey'd  his  mother  then, 
And  came  at  her  command. 

4  Children  a  sweet  hosanna  sung, 
And  blest  their  Saviour's  name! 


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They  gave  him  honour  with  their  tongue 
While  scribes  and  priests  blaspheme. 

5  Samuel  the  child  was  wean'd,  and 

brought 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord ; 
Young  Timothy  betime  was  taught 
To  know  his  holy  word. 

6  Then  why  should  I  so  long  delay 
What  others  learn  so  soon? 

1  would  not  pass  another  day, 

Without  this  work  begun. 

SOXG  xv. 
Jlgainst  Lying, 

0  'tis  a  lovely  thing  for  youth 
To  walk  betimes  in  wisdom's  way, 

To  fear  a  lie,  to  speak  the  truth, 
That  we  may  trust  to  all  they  say. 

2  But  liars  we  can  never  trust, 
Though  they  should  speak  the   thing 

that's  true, 


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And  he  that  does  one  fault  at  first, 
And  lies  to  hide  it  makes  it  two. 

3  Have  we  not  known,  or  heard,  or  read, 
How  God  abhors  deceit  and  wrong? 

How  Ananias  was  struck  dead, 
Catch'd  with  a  lie  upon  his  tongue? 

4  So  did  his  wife  Sapphira  die, 
When  she  came  and  grew  so  bold 

As  to  confirm  the  wicked  lie 

That  just  before  her  husband  told. 

5  The  Lord  delights  in  them  that  speak 
The  words  of  truth,  but  evVy  liar 

Must  have  his  portion  in  the  lake, 
That  burns  with  brimstone  and  with  fire. 

6  Then  let  me  always  watch  my  lips, 
Lest  I  be  struck  to  death  and  hell, 

Since  God  a  book  of  reckoning  keeps 
For  ev'ry  lie  that  children  tell. 


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SONG  XVI. 

Jlgainst  Quarrelling  and  Figliting. 

Let  dogs  delight  to  bark  and  bite, 
For  God  hath  made  them  so;, 

Let  bears  and  lions  growl  and  fight, 
For  'tis  their  nature  too. 

2  But  children,  you  should  never  let 
Such  angry  passions  rise ; 

Your  little  hands  were  never  made 
To  tear  each  other's  eyes. 

3  Let  love  through  all  your  actions  run. 
And  all  your  words  be  mild, 

Live  like  the  blessed  virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 

4  His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb; 
And  as  his  stature  grew, 

He  grew  in  favour  both  with  man, 
And  God  his  Father  too. 

5  Now  Lord  of  all  be  reigns  above, 
And  from  his  heav'nly  throne 


He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love, 
And  marks  them  for  his  own. 


SONG  XVII. 
Love  between  Brothers  and  Sisters. 

Whatever  brawls  disturb  the  street, 
There  should  be  peace  at  home, 

Where  sisters  dwell,  and  brothers  meet, 
Quarrels  should  never  come. 

2  Birds  in  their  little  nests  agree, 

And  'tis  a  shameful  sight, 
When  children  of  one  family 

Fall  out,  and  chide,  and  fight. 

S  Hard  names  at  first  and  threat'ning 
words, 

That  are  but  noisy  breath, 
May  grow  to  clubs  and  naked  swords, 

To  murder  and  to  death. 

4  The  devil  tempts  one  mother's  son 
To  rage  against  another; 


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So  wicked  Cain  was  hurried  on, 
Till  he  had  kill'd  his  brother. 

5  The  wise  will  make  their  anger  cool, 
At  least  before 'tis  night; 

But  in  the  bosom  of  a  fool, 
It  burns  till  morning  light. 

6  Pardon,  O  Lord,  our  childish  rage, 
Our  little  brawls  remove; 

That  as  we  grow  to  riper  age, 
Our  hearts  may  all  be  love. 


SONG  XVIII. 

Against  Scoffing  and  calling  Names. 

Our  tongues  were  made  to  bless  the 
Lord, 

And  not  speak  ill  of  men: 
When  others  givp  a  railing  word, 

We  must  not  rail  again. 

2  Cross  words  and  angry  names  require 
To  be  chastisM  at  school; 


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And  he's  in  danger  of  hell-fire, 
That  calls  his  brother  fool. 

3  But  lips  that  dare  be  so  profane. 
To  mock,  and  jeer,  and  scoff 

At  holy  things,  or  holy  men, 
The  Lord  shall  cut  them  off. 

4*  When  children  in  their  wanton  play, 

Serv'd  old  Elisha  so, 
And  bid  the  prophet  go  his  way, 

"  Go  up,  thou  bald  head,  go." 

5  God  quickly  stopt  their  wicked  breath, 
And  sent  two  raging  bears ; 

That  tore  them  limb  from  limb  to  death, 
With  blood,  and  groans,  and  tears. 

6  Great  God,  how  terrible  art  thou. 
To  sinners  ne'er  so  young! 

Grant  me  thy  grace,  and  teach  me  how 
To  tame  and  rule  my  tongue. 


SONG  XIX. 

Against  Swearing  and  Cursing,  and  taking  God's 
JVame  in  vain. 

Angels  that  high  in  glory  dwell, 
Adore  thy  name,  Almighty  God! 

And  devils  tremble  down  in  hell, 
Beneath  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 

2  And  yet  how  wicked  children  dare 
Abuse  thy  dreadful,  glorious  name! 

And  when  they're  angry,  how  they  swear, 
And  curse  their  fellows,  and  blaspheme! 

3  How  will  they  stand  before  thy  face, 
-  Who  treated  thee  with  such  disdain, 
While  thou  shalt  doom  them  to  the  place 

Of  everlasting  fire  and  pain? 

4  Then  never  shall  one  cooling  drop 
To  quench  their  burning  tongues  be 

giv'n; 


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But  I  will  praise  thee  here,  and  hope 
Thus  to  employ  my  tongue  in  heav'n, 

5  My  heart  shall  be  in  pain  to  hear 
Wretches  affront  the  Lord  above, 

5Tis  that  great  God  whose  pow'r  I  fear. 
That  heav'nly  Father  whom  I  love. 

6  If  my  companions  grow  profane, 

I'll  leave  their  friendship  when  I  hear 
Young  sinners  take  thy  name  in  vain, 
And  learn  to  curse,  and  learn  to  swear 


SONG  xx. 

Jlgainst  Idleness  and  Mischief. 

How  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
Improve  each  shining  hour, 

And  gather  honey  all  the  day, 
From  every  op'ning  flow'r! 

2  How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell! 
How  neat  she  spreads  the  wax! 


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And  labours  hard  to  store  it  well, 
With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 

3  In  works  of  labour  or  of  skill 
I  would  be  busy  too, 

For  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 
For  idle  hands  to  do. 

4  In  books,  or  work,  or  healthful  play, 
Let  my  first  years  be  past, 

That  I  may  give  for  evVy  day 
Some  good  account  at  last. 


SONG  XXI. 

Against  evil  Company, 

Why  should  I  join  with  those  in  play 

In  whom  I've  no  delight, 
Who  curse  and  swear,  but  never  pray, 

Who  call  ill  names  and  fight. 

2  I  hate  to  hear  a  wanton  song, 
Their  words  offend  my  ears; 

I  should  not  dare  defile  my  tongue 
With  language  such  as  theirs. 


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3  Away  from  fools  I'll  turn  mine  eyes, 
Nor  with :: the  scoffers  go ; 

I  would  be  walking  with  the  wise, 
That  wiser  I  may  grow. 

4  From  one  rude  boy  that's  usM  to 

mock, 
Ten  learn  the  wicked  jest: 
One  sickly  sheep  infects  the  flock, 
And  poisons  all  the  rest. 

5  My  God,  I  hate  to  walk  or  dwell, 
With  sinful  children  here; 

Then  let  me  not  be  sent  to  hell, 
Where  none  but  sinners  are. 


SONG  XXII. 

Against  Pride  in  Clothes. 

Why  should  our  garments  (made  to  hide 
Our  parents  shame)  provoke  our  pride  > 
The  art  of  dress  did  ne'er  begin, 
Till  Eve  our  mother  learnt  to  sin. 

2  When  first  she  put  her  cov'ring  on 
Her  robe  of  innocence  was  gone; 


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And  yet  her  children  vainly  boast 
In  the  sad  marks  of  glory  lost. 

3  How  proud  we  are!  how  fond  to  shew 
Our  clothes!  and  call  them  rich  and  new 
When  the  poor  sheep  and  silk  worm 

wore 
That  very  clothing  long  before. 

4  The  tulip  and  the  butterfly, 
Appear  in  gayer  coats  than  I ; 
Let  me  be  drest  fine  as  I  will 

Flies,  worms,  and  flow'rs  exceed  me  still 

5  Then  will  I  set  my  heart  to  find 
Inward  adornings  of  the  mind; 
Knowledge  and  virtue,  truth  and  grace 
These  are  the  robes  of  richest  dress. 

6  No  more  shall  worms  with  me 

compare, 
This  is  the  raiment  angels  wear: 
The  Son  of  God,  when  here  below, 
Put  on  this  blest  apparel  too. 


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7  It  never  fades,  it  ne'er  grows  old, 
Nor  fears  the  rain,  nor  moth  nor  mould; 
It  takes  no  spot,  but  still  refines; 

The  more  'tis  worn,  the  more  it  shines. 

8  In  this  on  earth  would  I  appear, 
Then  go  to  heaven,  and  wear  it  there ; 
God  will  approve  it  in  his  sight, 

'Tis  his  own  work,  and  his  delight. 


SONG  XXIII. 

Obedience  to  Parents, 

Let  chidren  that  would  fear  the  Lord, 
Hear  what  their  teachers  say, 

With  rev'rence  meet  their  parents  word 
And  with  delight  obey. 

2  Have  we  not  heard  r?itcii  dreadful 

plagues 
Are  threate  n'd  by  the  Lord, 
To  him  thai  breal    his  fathers  law, 
Or  mocks  his  mother's  word? 

3  That  heavy  guilt  upon  him  lies! 
How  cursed  is  his  name! 


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The  ravens  shall  pick  out  his  eyes, 
And  eagles  eat  the  same. 

4  But  those  that  worship  God  and  give 

Their  parents  honour  due, 
Here  on  this  earth  they  long  shall  live, 

And  live  hereafter  too. 


SONG  XXIV. 
Tlie  Child's  Complaint. 

Why  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well, 

So  constant  at  my  play, 
And  lose  the  thoughts  of  heav'n  and  hell, 

And  then  forget  to  pray  ? 

2  What  do  I  read  my  Bible  for, 
But,  Lord,  to  learn  thy  will? 

And  shall  I  daily  know  thee  more, 
And  less  obey  thee  still? 

3  How  senseless  is  my  heart  and  wild! 
How  vain  are  all  my  thoughts! 

Pity  the  weakness  of  a  child 
And  pardon  all  my  faults. 


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4  Make  me  thy  heav'nly  voice  to  heai\> 

And  let  me  love  to  pray, 
Since  God  will  lend  a  gracious  ear, 

To  what  a  child  can  say. 


song  xxv. 

For  the  Lord's  Lay  Morning. 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 

So  early  from  the  dead: 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eye-lids  clos'd 

And  waste  my  hours  in  bed? 

%  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 
The  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell! 

And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sin  so  well? 

3  To-day  with  pleasure  Christians  meet 
To  pray,  and  hear  the  word, 

^nd  I  will  go,  with  cheerful  feet, 
To  learn  thy  will,  0  Lord. 

4  I'll  leave  my  sport,  and  read,  and  pray. 
And  so  prepare  for  heav'n: 


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0  may  I  love  this  blessed  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  sev'n! 


SONG  XXVI. 
A  Morning  Song. 

My  God,  who  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 

Dost  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When  from  the  chambers  of  the  east 
His  morning  race  begins, 

He  never  tires  nor  stops  to  rest, 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 
The  business  of  the  day, 

Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heav'nly  way. 

4  Give  me  0  Lord,  thine  early  grace, 
Nor  let  my  soul  complain 

That  the  young  mornings  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 


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SONG   XXVII. 
For  the  Lord's  day  Evening* 

Lord,  how'delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 
They  hear  of  heav'n,  and  learn  the  way* 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go 
5Tis  like  a  little  heav'n  below, 

Not  all  my  pleasures  and  my  play, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  thi&  day.  . 

3  0  write  upon  my  memVy,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrines  of  thy  word, 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things 
divine, 

Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine: 
That  hoping  pardon.through  his  blood, 

may  lie  down  and  walk  with  God. 


SONG  XXVIII. 

Jin  Evening  Songl 


And  now  another  day  is  gone, 

I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise; 
My  comforts  ev'ry  hour  make  known 

His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste 
My  sins,  how  great  their  sum! 

Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  pasta 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 
Let  angels  guard  my  head ; 

And  thro'  the  hour  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes. 
Since  thou  wilt  not  remove; 

And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 


S.  PROBASCO,  PRINTER. 


